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INTRODUCTION 

Its readers will appreciate its qualities. It has 
some of the most gifted predictions ever put before 
mankind to study, gives full knowledge in talented 
poetry of America's most famed health resorts, 
pleasure grounds and what true love is, and some of 
the sights that were seen overseas, by one of 
America's famous bugler boys. If read closely it 
will tell the future of this planet and also true at 
heart adventures. Taken in all it is something in 
itself that gives to all a pleasure to read. Written 
by one of America's favorite authors. 

GEORGE BERESFORD NOAKES. 



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THE VALLEY OF THE PURPLE SUN 
No. 1 



Among the beautiful Yosemite trees towering high, 
Kissing the purple and pretty sky, 
This vale of health it waits for you — 
The valley of art where love proves true. 

As its breezes makes its fragrants tell, 
In the valley of the rose giant cedars dwell. 
With a call from the wild, its scenes so mild. 
The Yosemite Valley with beauty refined. 

An inspired scenery beckons for thee. 
In this Valley of the Purple Sun, that we 
May camp in harmony beneath its trees; 
The Yosemite Valley with its beautiful breeze. 

Its scenes most beautifying grandeur still we 
May cherish its splendor, combined so free. 
Its shady nooks, and diamond looks. 
Such touring be worth many books. 

This "Valley of the Sun-kist Purple Rays," 

As the sun gives reflection on the moon's silver 

glaze. 
Telling tales by bonfires, the camplife 'tis sweet. 
In the valley of the sun, it's a perfect treat. 

Health before wealth makes a future sweet, 
Then wealth shall greet you and bow at your feet. 
This exchange of life with a health of strife 
Means a super and a modern life. 

As ye journey on thru this vale of love, 
Sweet dreams come to you as heart can wish. 
In this sunny land of the turtle dove, 
Among its giant trees and flowers of bliss. 

Let the scenes of love where our fathers trod, 
Beneath such skies, in this land of true blood; 
Let travel and thoughts with thy future life 
Be the foundation of a worldly strife. 

In this blue-lit starry vale and moonlit land, 
Where the sun has left its companion to light the 

trail, 
The valley of paradise and its happy band 
Beckons to thee, its blessing, and vacation's vale. 



Grandeur, beauty, silent trees with bending bows, 
Its shades of golden amber cleave the silent skies. 
The singing birds of sunshine with pretty notes 

arouse 
In the Valley of Yosemite, where the Purple Sun 

doth rise. 

As the twilight spreads its rays so sweet. 
And its paths of gold with the starlight greet, 
In Yosemite Valley, of the "Purple Sun," 
The paradise of rainbows and lots of fun. 

Now let this beauty spot for all 
Keep rolling the spark of life adorn; 
In this land of the super health so fine, 
'Tis a blessing of this earthly grind. 



ACROSS THE GREAT DIVIDE 
No. 2 



To the hills of fame where you see no rain. 
Across crusted desert and sandy plain, 
You journey on to the sunset's ray. 
Passing thru paradise on vacation day. 

Up and up to the bluelit skies, 
Journeying on to meet your prize. 
Speeding on thru mountain slopes and glens, 
This world with its many turns and bends. 

With pastures green 'tis but a dream, 
The moon and stars beneath the heavens gleam, 
As the rattler goes thru the darkest depths, 
Bound for the land of the starlit crest. 

As the heavens shone forth its beautiful rays, 
Casting its heat on a desert's white glaze, 
Watching the cactus in reddish bloom. 
Beneath a beautiful silvery moon. 

Did you ever stop to peer thru life as this world 

it ages on, 
And ever think and wonder of the things you 

should have done? 
But with pride you glide to the great divide. 
To a better life on the other side. 



THE WAYS OF THE WORLD 
No. 3 

Judgement of mankind thru this earthly grind 
Means the super leader with a stately mind. 
And follow the path of sweet destiny, 
The ways of the Worid be a treasure to the U. S. A. 

Now let it be known with thy birth gifted stone, 
Of sweet treasures set clear before thee. 
It's just what thee be in this present day 
That shall pave thy future gayly. 

The ways of a mind, the heart and a soul, 
Be the things of nature thru earth's gifted goal. 
It's not what you was, but what we see ahead; 
Remember this ditty on rising from thy bed. 

As skyblue eyes of sweet leisured strain. 

Towards the broad line of this country, 

A thought of the past kisses the dazzling haze of 

chance. 
From the days that war it started, till the return of 

them from France. 



AMERICA'S FUTURE 
No. 4 

From the days that this land first founded its wake, 
When our flag unfurled its colors beneath a bluish 

sky. 
Its destiny reflects a spirit that shall prove to make 
The patriotic passion still with old glory standeth 

nigh. 

By true mothers care this nation gave its share, 
From old glory's shore to the burst of cannon shot 

and shell, 
To Flander's fields, amidst bloody hole of hell. 
The fighting rainbow boys saved young France to tell 

Of a horrible sight to see, which brought a destiny 
To this land of fame amid, harmony reign, 
Our colors shall raise in its glorious praise. 
And independent of all other lands' ways. 

From the days of '76 designed for one and all, 

Our emblem stands as a nation's banner, free 

Of all the flags that wave o're lands so fair. 

Old Glory waves o'er one land, and this one it shall be. 



IN HAWAII 
No. 5 



Did you ever sit and wonder 
About this land so grand to see, 
And peer at her golden riches, 
An angel once told to me? 

With the longing to see a paradise to thee. 
And some day cross the deep blue sea. 
To a land which seems so sweet and fair, 
Come to you smiling with a kingly care. 

With the past we wipe our tears away. 
And a dawning of a better day. 
We wend our way to strive and gain 
A blessing of this earthly reign. 

As we travel our way thru this world of woe, 
There is always one thing that we all know. 
That love is our founder and gift to all. 
Stand by its meaning, and never shall we fall. 

With the sun shining glory thru the western skies, 

And sinks to bed with radiance of red, 

To rise against a purple haze, 

And bring the dawn of modern days. 

In Hawaii, across Pacific seas. 
Bathing in a western breeze, 
Riding the breakers as the tide rolls iii. 
Watching and learning the way to swim. 

I've traveled o'er the U. S. A. 

And studied far and wide, 

But the Isle of Isles brings many smiles 

In pleasure, love-seeking Hawaii. 



GOD'S COUNTRY 



Instinct in Nature teaches American-born people 
to first of all to be cautious, but one-third of a man 
must be pride; with second reason to gain this, fore- 
sight, to raise a child, rightly and purely, it first of 
all must be brought up to be cautious to make a 
proper American. On this God-given soil, super- 
man dwelleth but many more be needed to fulfill 
life's coarse pathways to make the hopes and wishes 
of living much more sweeter. Many a man or wo- 
man has been doomed, by not being cautious. Life 
is a wonderful thing when pride is used instead of 
excitement in this land of blessing where the hand 
of man be for all, and one may gain almost anything 
by using judgment with passive thought. Souls never 
fall who use judgment with the paths of will, when a 
man be a man, trouble goes the other way. In all 
my life I never found trouble except on one occa- 
sion which was in France with the A.E.F. Then 
I was with the boys and they with me, but those 
days were days of judgment, too, and we sure had 
to use it at the battle of Chateau Thierry. I was a 
bugler, and it always pays to be a good one. If not, 
one is out of luck but no one else's fault but his own. 
By luck I made good and today I'm going thru life 
to help improve it, if I daresay, it is only no more 
than right to make all the people glad. One can if 
the pov/er is there to do so. Let your ruling be 
caution first, and see how much more life will be 
sweetened for all in this superland of everything. 
There be many opportunities for all who look at 
Nature with a big heart for everyone. Keep your 
heart up, which is your generator with vitality and 
the world is set before thee. Longevity shall then 
reign and contentment be yours. This is called one 
hundred per cent American, and no man can be one 
unless he follows one little thing first, and that is 
to be cautious, so to make God's country much more 
helpful to everyone. We will all join into being that 



one hundred per cent by following suit; that is what 
turned the tide at the battle of Chateau Thierry with 
the Rainbow boys of A.E.F. So let's all be the same 
way for all time and show every nation it really is 
God's country. 



THE GOLDEN PROMISE 
No. 6 

From school days into wedlock we paved a way 

so green, 
But past days and childhood ways seem just like 

a dream. 
And now we wend our way thru life, to satisfy this 

earthly strife, 
To love each other as we should in a land of a golden 

promise. 

As we sit at home in the moonlight and watch the 

pretty stars, 
And wonder what kind of people live upon the silent 

Mars; 
But all those pretty stars we see are not inhabited, 

all. 
As brethren keep not promises, like stars shall totter 

and fall. 

This world some day must pass away, with a fate 

to them unknown; 
That fail to keep a maiden sweet, and make a kindly 

home. 
But judgment left between the two, one little thing 

will see you thru, 
To part the ways in silent awe, before some trouble 

proves to flaw. 

What dreams are thine to save in time, such earthly 

blessings 
And prove to shine, both love shall rhyme, your dove 

caressing, 
To will they way, that children may good laws 

obey, 
A golden promise — pays to be honest till judgment 

day. 



MR. HARDING AS PRESIDENT 

No. 7 

When he sits in that chair of the U. S. A. 
He'll make things count for many a lost day; 
And take that gifted pen in hand, 
To rule this country as an independent land. 

As the wake and the future of more modest ways 

Means super harmonious equalities raise. 

As a man of men, he'll do his bit. 

He deserves such honors and will never quit. 

Will the days of good judgement come back to us, 
But with proper reason there'll be no fuss. 
Leave it to one who thinks for one and all, 
With him as a leader this land shall not fall. 

He'll protect the colors of the red, white and blue, 
And make tim.es easier for Americans too. 
With humorous ways he'll smile with you. 
And show what a real YanKy can do. 



THE SPOKEN WORD 
No. 8 

We take a man at his word today. 
But there's many a thing that he's bound to say 
That may lead you straight or lead you astray; 
Some go the perfect style and some on the wrong 
file. 

The word of a man be far from a sham, 
He's the one to help you if he can; 
The broad be the greatest path to find. 
The modern guide with a manly pride. 

The word from the one who would reason right, 
Says less, but thinks of the things that are right, 
And goes through this world with a kingly care. 
He's the man who will surely do his share. 

"The spoken word," but gee, it's a bird, 
It's the kindliest saying we ever heard. 
When a man stays by this little ditty 
He'll go thru this world mighty pretty. 



THE JUNGLE3 OF AMERICA 
No. 9 

Did you ever sit and wonder 
About the beautiful things to see. 
And ever stop to ponder 
What pleasures your's could be? 

From health, wealth, wisdom, with gold, 
Make your path straight and bold. 
Go your way, be as free as the day, 
And travel o'er the U. S. A. 

Think of the days of long-ago, 
Those are the ways we love to know. 
Sitting by camp fires, telling tales with glee; 
Won't you remember true days of the free? 

As you go your way thru life and woe. 

Make up your mind to say, "I'll go 

To a land where you see no snow, 

The jungles of America and westward, ho!" 

Far off in the distance across a great divide, 
Is a land that holds for you a pride; 
Which makes a friendship true at heart, 
The land you can make a pretty start. 

Such life as this deserves true bliss. 
In this land of golden promise. 
With the western breezes flowing sweet, 
American pride and harmony meet. 

As you travel o'er this land so grand, 
Picturing many a happy band, 
California, the land, and home of the free, 
The jungles of America beckon to thee. 



THE GOLDEN SUNSET 
No. 10 

As the sun journeys on to the golden west, 
Piercing the skies to the stage of rest, 
Changing its color from gold to red. 
To the Golden West on its way to bed. 

With the day gone by and the sun has left the 

solemn sl^. 
The golden sunset left to the silvery crest. 
With the dawn of tomorrow from her bedded nest. 
Shines its glory thru the heavenly quest. 



WHEN A MAN'S A MAN 
ADVENTURE 

As thoughts wander nigh to set a future path; 
for the kind who are willing to accept it with an 
enlightened trail, as the sun lights the trail for us 
all, it also beckons to us to follow its rays and its 
opportunities, for man in his future. How bright it 
would be if every man could see just as far as the 
other fellow; also, but life is fast fading, like the 
setting of the rising sun as it sets in the West. Its 
numerous days count the paths of man, which makes 
the world a little shadier as it goes, but chance lies 
with us all, and foresight shall lead to its path of 
right. So as the wheels grind for the world, let us 
keep them going for that opportunity, as a man is 
what he makes himself; we must adhere to him 
thereby as a pedigree, be there, from the sloping 
hills of rain to the desert of fame, for that beckon- 
ing to the gifted reign, we journey on to leave be- 
hind — shame. Then there'll be no one to blame. 
Let words be mightier than the sword, and cherish 
peace, but not least, that some day these morals 
will be preached. When a man's a man he'll re- 
member that what mother taught. As I journeyed 
o'er the great divide to a far-off land never to be 
forgotten; for nature's sake it strikes a man's grain 
to see the wonders put before us, and still the lack- 
ing in modesty of man holds back some of the pleas- 
ures and liveliness of the world that really belongs 
to him by not being alert. I will give you an in- 
stance of a fellow who was given a chance to prove 
his worth by being staked to make his start, but 
just as soon as his real friend had trusted him to 
mend his way he disappeared with his friend's stake 
money and was never seen again. The friend's ob- 
ject was to help him in filing a claim in Arizona, 
and had confidence in him, but he proved to be 
a fraud and an outcast wherever he went after that. 
Such pettiness will never make a man. What makes 



a man is caution, judgment and pride; that's when 
a man is a man. Now let us turn to the page of 
goodness. Within its way man exists for all time. 
Let it be just a few words. Do thy will as others 
would cherish and admire you for doing. Thus 
the sun shall rise o'er the hills with success for 
those who follow such ways for himself, and you 
will have many friends. 

As I see the crisis before my eyes of nature 
I still stand pat on its courses and worldly ideas^ — 
to see it begin a time when all men will be as one 
and act upon nature's ways as they were meant 
to be. In my career I've done my best to help 
those who could think twice before doing once. 
Many a sad happening it would save a man or 
woman if thought could only take its course twice 
over. If the blood is pure there is no reason why 
one could not make a second thinker, and a beau- 
tiful thinker. In the first place it is the surround- 
ings which cause one to think. But nature is all 
we really have to go by, so let's follow the sweet, 
broadened path of light and be one for all peoples, 
as there be good and bad in all classes. If there 
wasn't we would not know right from wrong. So 
let the future fill thy path so sweet and take up 
thy golden staff to greet, with visioned scenes part 
from sleet, and peer into the distant wake, as the 
will for all be what we make. Sweet virtues lie 
within our path. Be honest in all grafts ; go thy way 
and distinctly say, "Independence is the only way." 



ANGER— 'TIS GREEN 
No. 11 

The price for the angry soul, for thee 
Lead no redemption, but dying in woeful agony; 
Its greenness and taint and death at slow rate 
Never sure-footed — it's the wrong-tainted bait. 

When anger fills thy veins v^rith yellow-blooded 

stains, 
And go through life with a heart despondent be. 
Just think for a while what a terrible grain, 
Then what loving, majestic harmony means to thee. 

Then look thee to thy mother true and sweet, 
Who gave sweet life and a world to greet; 
To lead you on to an inspired meet. 
The best dear old soul to a boy and a treat. 

Let not anger enter to passion good and true 
There be no paradise for thee if you do; 
But stay by thyself and a land that loves thee still, 
And use good judgment with the paths of will. 



THE LOCKET OF HEARTS 
No. 12 

Hearts of noble instinct, the free and the brave, 
The land of Old Glory still maintain that our fathers 

gave; 
Still in days to come this country which has won 
Unselfish love she gave to all, not one was left un- 
done. 

From the pioneer days to modern century ways 
This land of green has led to majestic super-raise; 
With hearts so kind and wisdom destined 
From the wake of '76 gained a worldly gifted praise. 

And now that it shall be the path of the twentieth 

century 
To strive to sway by independent, stately way 
A safe, sound course of the modern and free. 
God bless the future of the U. S. A. 

The locket of hearts so must come to pass 
To this modest free-thinking land at last, 
And honor and obey the red, white and blue, 
Like thy daddy before thee, remain loyal and true. 



THE GRAND CANYON OF ARIZONA 
No. 13 

Far down to the depths of the steepest fate, 
D scending at a never-ending rate, 
Thru darkest ravines and crevices, too, 
The grandest sight sent from God to you. 

As its tales bring sights and memories new, 
From its noble art distinctly true, 
With peaks and pikes and mountain dew, 
And Indian guides to take you thru. 

With the sun sending rays across its peaks of gold. 
Threatening doom to the daring and bold. 
Going down to a never-ending trait, 
Wondering if such be a death bait. 

Did you ever dream how such was made, 
Which seems like a million-foot grave? 
From years of fame, the Colorado came. 
Cutting its way thru like a cloudburst of rain. 

Godlike, beautiful, grandeur for thee. 
You see them all in the U. S. A. 
Climbing the mountains and chasms high, 
Peering into the pretty sky. 

As shadows are falling thru its winding paths, 
And the sun is sinking just like a raft. 
This canyon grand, like a golden band, 
A mystery of this godly land. 

Let thoughts of love and the scenes beyond, 
With spirits and pastimes correspond 
To the day when all in harmony be. 
This scientific land of humanity. 



THE FIELDS OF PARADISE 

No. 14 

Across the plains and the far beyond to the lime- 
light slopes of paradise. 

Within its gates of silvery glaze, its own immortal 
praise 

And emblems of three colors there, and golden 
sabers bare 

The pearly gates of paradise, and smiles for thee 
are there. 



As thrones of the earth shall rule for their own 
And kingdoms pass away and meet their judgment 

day; 
Across the slopes of distant dreams, where paradise 

gleam 
O'er the skyline from the dividing of this earthly 

dream. 

The republics of this day perfection be and cherished 

harmony, 
But opposed different ways lead many to their graves 
And lose sweet dreams to be and die in slavery. 
So let republics reign and save God's mighty aim. 

The fields of paradise and inspired spirits plead 

By its message from a-far off to save this world 

from greed. 
This land shall be a founder of this modern creed. 
From the pearly gates of heaven, America be its lead. 



HEARTS OF AMERICA 
No 15 

Hearts of divine, unselfish wisdom known, 
What greater gift to souls could be bestown; 
The supernatural land of this world far shown, 
Deserves such bliss and a golden crown. 

But independent we must be to hold the realms of 

victory. 
And remember the days of 76, when our flag first 

was stitched. 
Into the colors it now waves high 
Beneath a beautiful bluish sky. 

When our foes have learned our destiny, 
Their greed for land despiseth be. 
But Uncle Sammy, watching o'er the free, 
Brings death to greed and gluttony. 

This land of the loving and kind 'tis sweet, 
Where people with hearts you can always meet, 
And trend your way to the happiest day. 
God bless the wisdom of the U. S. A. 

With the morals of love, inspired from above. 

To this sunkist land of the turtle dove. 

But wishes true, sweet dreams for you. 

In this courteous land, of the red, white and blue. 



BENEATH THE WESTERN SKIES 

It was on a bright summer day in the month 
of July. I ventured across the plains to see nature's 
istream of life and what would be in the distance 
Ithe better part to play in this romantic world of 
experience. I crossed the great American desert 
to begin with, so as to start from the bottom and 
go to the top of the ladder. While crossing this no- 
man's land I came upon a lad who was dying for 
the want of water. So I gave him a good quencher, 
which quickly revived him. He apparently was 
some mother's boy, so it touched me to find out 
something about the lad. These were his words: 
He left home because his daddy had left this world 
for a better one, so he was venturing across the 
desert to Texas to become a cowboy if possible. So 
I got to thinking of the circumstances he might 
have left his mother in, and perhaps cause her to 
worry about him. Realizing that a boy's mother is 
his best friend he must help to keep her now. So 
we went on together. As the purple sun was fast 
descending to its rest we rode into that sweet little 
town of Tucson, Arizona, and I seen that he was 
well provided for till he could manage to get along 
pretty well for himself. So finally he got enough 
"pep" into him to relate how he thought toward 
his future. He was a good, free-hearted lad, big 
blue eyes, and the kind who would make a smart 
man if he only was given a fair chance. So his 
chance was granted. We left Tucson on a Sunday 
morning. The sun was }ust peering above the hills 
and showed that the day was going to be a cracker- 
jack. We left town in a Ford car for Phoenix, ar- 
riving there three days later. We did not hurry; 
built a campfire here and there and ate our meals 
together, and then continued our journey across 
that lonesom.e land where the sun sends its rays of 
heat to the white glittering sands of that great Amer- 
ican desert. It was while crossing the desert that 
he told me he lived in Phoenix. He apparently 
was of good stock, for he spoke fluently and intelli- 
gently, and anyone would like his pleasing way. So 
we finally arrived in Phoenix and it was a blessing 
to him. His contented face seemed to change its 
appearance and he was every bit at home. When I 
drove him home his mother was on the front porch 
to meet him. This was the boj^'s story to his mother: 
"I left home, mother, to see if I could make a cow- 
boy of myself in Texas," but I had got him to change 



his view of things till he had gotten a better means 
of providing for himself before starting out in the 
world to face its ups and downs. 

I gained his confidence and he took it from one 
who had gone through the experience of nature's 
paths. But after all was said and done it is just what 
a man gains for himself that makes a proper one, 
and it always pays to be friendly to one that really 
means well, as a good person will alwa3rs be paid 
back in his own coin. There is a true old motto 
which is a good one: "It isn't what you was, it's 
what you are today." So the lad decided to stay 
home till he became of age and to help make the 
home of his mother more comfortable. I was well 
paid for bringing him to his home. First I did not 
want to accept any fee, but they were well-to-do 
and would feel bad if I had not taken it. Two 
years later I met this same lad in El Paso, Texas, 
a fine, big, broad-shouldered fellow, the same pleas- 
ing young face. I sure was glad to meet him and 
he the same. He never could forget that day when 
he landed on his feet in the light of his future. Now 
he has a half interest in a ranch ten miles east of 
El Paso and is well-to-do and a first-grade cow- 
puncher. Today his whole family just adores me 
for just that little lift to a higher trail. It always 
pays to understand nature and its proper morals, 
and to help the ones who really mean good, for it 
helps the ones who lend a hand also. 

I then took up my journey to the Grand Canyon 
of Arizona, where the most wonderful spectacle of 
nature I viewed from the rim. Nowhere on God's 
green earth is there a better paradise. There is only 
one thing to do in its midst, that is to be silent and 
still while the sun sends, its glory across its peaks 
of gold. I enjoyed its scenery of nature, its chasms, 
its descending depths like a million-foot grave. Its 
grandeur, touching ways and the waters of the 
wondrous Colorado running through its depths all 
go to make it the most wonderful sight on this green 
earth. Then I left the canyon with old Henrietta 
and ventured o'er the skyline to a land beyond the 
Texas line. 



THE PARTING OF THE WAYS 
No. 16 

Life with sorrow and the dawn of tomorrow 
Paints a path with its golden staff, 
From the silvery birth to the straightest furrow, 
With bygone days and tears of sorrow. 

As the parting ways shall change this globe 
Into many a sinful mode, 
And mould its way to a parting day, 
Before this world begins to sway. 

Let not one's thoughts to you mislead, 
But to ignore this childless deed, 
And pass it to the days gone by. 
As modern freedom standeth nigh. 

Thru all true morals, with a loving life. 
For a duty in this worldly strife, 
To go thy way and distinctly say, 
Grand love of independence, obey. 

As the change of this planet ranges on, 
Your son may have to shoulder a gun. 
This world shall prove its changing ways, 
From the parting ways to modern days. 



IN THE GARDEN OF LOVE 
No. 17 

In a garden of dreams among beautiful queens. 
Beneath the pepper tree's shady beams, 
Watching the pretty trinkling waters flow. 
Cuddling up with talks of woe. 

Love the founder and gift adorn, 
Be it the knowledge, abounding all, 
To ever dream these sweet dreams, 
Sitting by the trickling streams. 

When hearts mingle together with glee, 
True love makes you happy and free. 
Cuddling up and loving your dove, 
All alone in the garden of love. 



CHILDREN OF MEN 
No. 18 

The supreme gift of vital, manly souls, 

With blood and wisdom, be brings super-destiny? 

Thy path shall knowledge pay, thy offspring then 

array 
In brightness and with beauty reflected in thy stay. 

Pretty little gifts of life are children of men. 

As they go their way to school to learn the golden 

rule ; 
But when lessons all are done they love to play and 

run 
In recess hours of sunshine, such little tots of fun. 

As the years pass on and win their way to fame 
The super-manly nature make the perfect strain, 
Which paves a future gayly the flower of earthly 

reign; 
Prosper ye, oh, manly creatures, who knows the 

giftly game. 

Perfect types of founded love, be proportioned little 

and sweet. 
Like trees of golden sunlight, short and pretty greet. 
The vital gift of nature does not cleave the sky, 
For when it performs such antics it topples over 

to die. 



THE BLUE BIRD 
No. 19 

As the Bluebird spreads its wings beneath the 

western skies, 
And the sun of the east, makes its early rise; 
This sweetest bird of paradise, with prettey notes 

entice 
And if you stand quite close to him, he'll whistle for 

you twice. 

He's the color of the brightest skies, but gee, what 

a prize! 
The smartest coat of color, with a tint of golden 

fodder. 
He'll sing his notes of glee, in the prettiest pepper 

tree; 
The king of little birds, with tunes like loving words. 



IRELAND'S DESTINY 
No. 20 



The land of the green sod meadows grow, 

Old Ireland shores, the sweetest spot that Irish 

know. 
O'er the hills and flats where noble blood o'erflow. 
This shore of the hearts pure wisdom bestow. 

Look thee to sweet Ireland's shores once more, 
When they ask and plead, just adore 
The way of a people so good and so true. 
Such dreams must be answered by our red, white, 
and blue. 

A land of destiny unselfish wisdom known. 

Such noble hearts of Irish shores, what better could 

be bestown. 
Its gifted ways and combined praise. 
Ireland's destiny shall gain true nations' favored 

raise. 

From distant dreams beyond its depths, 
Where a beautiful Isle of Shamrock crept 
To a stage of life in this world's strife. 
Ireland's dreams come true, lest beyond its life. 

A beautiful Isle of Shamrock across the deep blue 

sea, 
Her beckoning heart, it pleads to thee. 
To set her island free, just for her destiny, 
And pave a way till judgment day. 

Beyond the paths of written gifted words 
Means a battle of hell to this stately earth. 
But when a heart goes out to all. 
This kingdom of God shall never fall. 



LIFE ON THE GREAT AMERICAN DESERT 

Yes, we go through many paths of life, but there 
lies a stretch of land called the American desert, 
along that grand and scenic route, the Southern 
Pacific Railway, which let hope stand fast to better 
a way and means of its condition for the parting 
of its sandy gloom. It will be to my way of peer- 
ing into it a wonderful, fertile land of riches some 
day (by irrigation). As we cross its scenic route 
it will speak for itself and bows its glory and grand- 
eur ways, of famous mounds, in all its beauty and 
setting joy comes to one, for such a change will 
beckon you to come again. As the train passes on 
to that distant scene of dreams and hope we see 
many a wonderment, in all its pride, which will print 
its way with reason and forever linger in your mem- 
ory its scenes of fate and future paths. In Arizona, 
the land of noble instinct and healthful gift, where 
peers the great divide and climate to perfection. I 
once camped in harmony and lived in a tent, and 
by night thought of many things that might come 
to man as I peered into my campfire and watched 
the flames flicker on their way into eternity. But 
as it died away I pictured many a vision which would 
be sure to come true some day. As I sat within 
the entrance of my tent coyotes howled about me, 
which told me the hungry condition of the desert; 
but the time will come when I believe this sandy 
midst will become one of the most wonderful pro- 
ducers by irrigation this world has ever known, 
which will apparently make room for better hopes 
of life and no need for so many worthless wars. 
One might ask the reason why war comes to this 
planet. It is because produce of the world be lack 
ing, and not being able to provide for its people 
naturally brings on this torment. It is always better 
to keep the wheels of industry turning rather than 
to put out more money for pestilence by irrigation 
of this No-Man's Land will put the country on a 
thorough footing once more to enjoy the comfort 
and sweet paths of God's green earth. So let the 
populace get together to make this part of the par- 
adise of America. All it needs is the money behind 
pressure pumps and this sand will become a won- 
derment of nature and a land of milk and honey. 
I shall take up my abode in another study for the 
betterment of mankind and leave this condition of 
the great American desert for the people of its soil 
to judge for themselves. 



THE SCENES BEYOND THE DEPTHS 

No. 21 

As the dreams o£ the past kiss the future's gambling 
chance 
With deep thoughts of a silent path which is 
trodden and gone, 
Brings the scenes of sorrow and a fighting past 
To a land of the brave true colors of independ- 
ence won. 

With the scenes afar from the depths of fate, 

This country of three colors and a modern, clean 
slate, 

And wondrous beauty, aloft in glorious rate — 

This land of the free an ace of this globe shall be. 

The watchword of chance amid the blue lit skies. 
With the space to a higher, super-harmonious 

raise; 
As its future shall kiss the winds of a dazzling haze 

Amid the twilight's parting of the ways. 

Shall America's true laurels go back to early days? 

When our fathers paved a way so that we may 
Be saved from the depths of a lower trail. 

America, attention, with eyes on that high-bind- 
ing rail. 



THE FIGHTING YANKS 
No. 22 

Far across the seas, in blooded battlefields. 
Where threatres of war silenced many dreams, 
These warred lads fought their way 
To win true laurels for the U. S. A. 

In Flanders' fields souls were laid to rest 
Among sweet poppies and a wreathed crest, 
But such lads a mother knows best 
From the day he cuddled to her breast. 

As the cannon roared its last good-bye, 
Thoughts shall ever wander nigh. 
The bugler sounded the last farewell. 
With thoughts of home, and battles of hell. 



But the bygone days shall bring its prize, 
To the boys thru thoughts of wisdom. 
But those that lie in Flanders' fields, 
The spirit of old will ever shield. 

Let them rest in peace and feast in paradise. 
And the golden fields of Flanders bloom. 
As shadows fall and fade away, 
In Flanders* fields among sweet poppies lay. 



IN DIXIELAND 

No. 23 



In Dixieland, where darkies sing sweet songs of 

melody, 
And the tumming of banjos bring distant dreams 

to thee, 
Where a sunny land of golden smiles so sweet. 
And a friendship true at heart you'll always meet. 

In the sweetest part of Dixie where the sweet pota- 
toes grow, 

Where darkies tell their tales, and the funniest jokes 
they know. 

And dance their way to the break of day, 

In Dixieland of golden smiles, where darkies stay. 

At dawn in the land of the cotton blossoms bloom- 
ing pink and white. 

As darkies sing sweet melody airs, from daybreak 
into night. 

The sunny land of Dixie blooms so bright. 

For that fancy buck and wing, beneath the silv'ry 
light. 

All thru the land of Dixie are pretty fields so 

green 
The sights you see in Dixie will make your heart 

just gleam; 
Floating down the river on the Mississippi stream, 
In the dear old land of Dixie, clean to New Orleans. 



THE GREAT AMERICAN DESERT 
No. 24 

Across distant plains called no man's land, 
To the cactus fields of glazing sand, 
Its open vast wide boundaries made 
The making of many a human grave. 

When the thirst for water weighs you down. 
And twenty miles from a town, 
What pains are worse than a terrible thirst. 
Where the rocks are burnt to a glazed brown? 

O'er plains and glistening sands so white. 
Where the coyotes sing their songs at night. 
And jump from sage brush and cactus green 
To gnaw the bones of some poor being. 

I've often sat and wondered and thought 
If such it could be changed, 
To a home of health and lots of wealth. 
Fresh air to make your sorrows melt. 

From a thirsty land of silvery white. 
Where the howl of wildcats sound at night, 
And fade away before daylight. 
Before the sun it gets too bright. 

As the sun sends its heat thru this plain of woe. 
And you board the rattler and raring to go. 
From the sands of desert to the distant glow. 
To the land of the evergreen, sweet waters flow. 



ACROSS THE SEA OF LIFE 
No. 25 

There's the land across the deep blue sea 
Where souls are always happy and free. 
In a garden fair, with beautiful hair. 
With loving care and a kingdom's share. 

Where dainty creatures reign as one. 
The path of the sunshine and lots of fun, 
Where the spirits bring glory to all adorn. 
Across the sea of life on Easter morn. 

As the sun's purple rays cross its paths so sweet, 
Where hearts of love and a kingdom greet. 
With golden robes and crowns so bright, 
And limelight shines all thru the night. 



To a golden strand and a promised land, 
Such wondrous glories and a happy band. 
With beautiful songs and heartfelt throngs, 
At the sound of heavenly gongs. 

Dancing their way thru beds of fluffy white, 
All colors of rainbow are lilies bright. 
But the rose that makes its fragrance tell. 
Lives in the home of the valley and the dell. 

Oh, souls of the kingdom come are we, 
With hearts so pure and wisdom free, 
Let man with the freedom loving and kind, 
Be the teacher of this earthly grind. 



AN ANGEL FROM THE FAR BEYOND 

No. 26 



As this planet revolves thru time and space. 
This land becomes more modern as a race. 
From Washington's days her years roll on, 
To the boys that died and the cause they won. 

As more modest days shall come to pass 
In this super-land of science at last, 
America, the birth of the lonesome ace. 
The land of the super-race. 

An Angel from the far beyond 
Stands alone to correspond. 
The future on this earth shall be 
A world-wide change of destiny. 

As this world ages on to the distant wake 
A will for all be what we make 
But a kindly act, may better the impact 
A noble and generous way exact. 

But the pride of the race bears no disgrace 
Such glories it has endured. 
The flower of this land we shake their hand, 
And by Old Glory shall ever stand. 



THE WILLING HAND 
No. 27 

A spirit of comfort concentrate thy will for thee, 

The willing cord of a cherished heart combined to be. 

America's sons of reddish veins and supreme coun- 
tenance, 

They with sweet pride and willing stride stand by 
their country. 

With the days of a solemn past we think 
For a willing thought never leads to naught 
Toward a future of bright emerald will be caught 
With the spark of golden sunshine, be it super- 
thought. 

When you sit by the window and the sky be at its 

best 
And then watch the moon and stars when the sun 

has gone to rest, 
And look quite close to see them work in pretty 

harmony. 
Like the willing hand of pure pedigree. 

Willing sons of passive thought and concentration be 
The kind that leads a world to fame, a gifted race to 

reign; 
And fill thy paths from sorrow, for the dawn of a 

morrow, 
A willing soul of freedom knows no real sorrow. 



THE PATH OF GOLD 
No. 28 

'Twas up in the Yukon in days of long ago, 
When the gold rush was on, I chanced to meet a pal 

known as Joe, 
Along the path of gold in the bonanza-flow. 
But those days are gone with dreams of the past, 
And back in the States and home at last. 
How sweet were the dreams of the days gone by 
That we spent in the Yukon, Joe and I. 
As the golden sun dies in the west, 
In this land of the free and America first. 
I still remember my Yukon days. 
In the land of wonder and gold craze. 



Oh, dreams of the Yukon, come true that we 
May make thee sweet from, prosperity. 
As the sun spreads its rays across the northern sea, 
The Yukon spells gold still at heart for me. 

A fortune I made and spent with a heart, 
But, gee, me and Joe made a pretty start 
Of the long past days of Alaskan trails, 
To the Yukon spell — in the valley of the dell, 
With love untold to the path of gold. 



THE BATTLE OF CHATEAU THIERRY 
No. 29 



Bugles were sounding as the battle raged on, 
Comrades were falling for the cause they won. 
Fight on, fight on, still the maddened cry raised, 
Voices pealed out to comrades that were dazed. 

The deeds that were fought across the sea 
Are a blessing to a world set free, 
With the tasks of war no more to flaw. 
And the freedom of America's shore. 

As the battle raged high thru night and day, 
The Rainbow Division was still bright and gay, 
As bugles were sounding a long retreat. 
Told tales of slaughter and the Huns' defeat. 

Did you ever picture a bugler boy, 
Far out on the plains of war. 
And watch with pride his detecting eye 
With notes that tell thee, do or die? 

As war can never cease to reign 
When nations wend their way in vain. 
Our land to defend be but enough. 
Independent American stuff. 

With machine guns rending the glories of war. 
And dreams of America's shore, 
How we fought thru the jaws of hell. 
God bless the land of the Liberty Bell. 

Days of Chateau Thierry never shall fade 
In memory and love shall it ever be made, 
The days that are gone can never return, 
But in our hearts will always burn. 



THE FLIGHT OF THE TWENTIETH 
CENTURY 

No. 30 



A noble steed of steam she be, 
That flying Twentieth Century. 
O'er the rails so smooth, 
Her speed she will prove, 
The queen of the east, 
And never been fleeced. 

That train de luxe, a prize she looks, 
As she plows her way on down the line, 
And puts you in Chicago on time. 
Thru the sunny land of destiny. 
O'er the route of Twentieth Century. 

As she travels thru the land of the valley and the 

hill, 
Such comfort and luxury gives a beautiful thrill. 
As she wends her way to the break of day. 
And the passengers shout, hurray, huray. 
That flying, noble steed of steam seems just like a 

dream. 

From New York to Chicago she goes her speedy 

way. 
From darkness into daybreak you hear the pass- 

sengers say: 
"Such gifted lead, this world does need." 
With thy business deed, she ""ives thee speed, 
From the gay white way, in less than a day. 

As the whistle blows and she chugs her way, 

Flying o'er the rails, so that we may 

Go to Chicago without delay. 

On the path of the Twentieth Century. 



THE WRITTEN PROMISE 
No. 31 

America's aim be a golden reign, and loyal red, white 

and blue, 
Sons that shall prove to shine and give their best 

for you. 
The written hand of super-man to lead its greatest 

gain, 
And stand by the colors of a land that has the 

name. 

The greatest gain, which leaves no dazzling stain 

Be the written promise of nature's stream with lov- 
ing hearts that beam. 

And bring sweet knowledge and friendship sure to 
gleam, 

Go through this stately earth and its golden dream. 

What dreams be thine to save in time, pure reason 
measured, 

And through this world to go thy way golden treas- 
ured. 

Pure gift of love has founded thee above perfect 
leisured. 

Thy surrounding be good thought for thee till judg- 
ment day. 

Gifted love of promise be to the silvery crest of har- 
mony. 

Cautious ways be perfect raise and to blaze your 
destiny. 

To follow a course of travel leads to endeared true 
level, 

And hallow the scenes of nature, the promised ex- 
perienced teacher. 



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